May The Best Man Win

Only You Could Be More Important Than What I Wanted...what I Needed. What I Want And What I Need Is To Be With You, And I Know I'll Never Be Strong Enough To Leave Again.

Speak Of The Devil, And The Devil Shall Appear.

Whoa, Whoa! Hold Up, There, Kid. She Lives In Forks, Remember? So She Gets Rained On.

No One Had To Tell Me Anything. I Know What I Am

Um, Bella? You've Got A Huge Cut On Your Forehead, And It's Gushing Blood," He Informed Me. I Clapped My Hand Over My Head. Sure Enough, It Was Wet And Sticky. I Could Smell Nothing But The Damp Moss On My Face, And That Held Off The Nausea. Oh, I'm So Sorry, Jacob." I Pushed Hard Against The Gash, As If I Could Force The Blood Back Inside My Head. Why Are You Apologizing For Bleeding?" He Wondered As He Wrapped A Long Arm Around My Waist And And Pulled Me To My Feet.